The media circus doesn't surprise me. What does surprise me is the reactions of everyday people--people like you and me. Some grieve as though it was their best friend or neighbor or even a relative. Why is that? Why do we worship these men and women who've simply taken advantage of attractive arrangment of features given to them through the luck of the draw at birth? Why are we so fascinated by the individuals who've used their charisma and talent to get to the top?
I suppose it's a good thing for the Hollywood machine as they would be out of business if people quit buying into the fantasy. I still find it very puzzling. I can understand enjoying the talents of a singer or actor, but that's what I do--enjoy them. I rarely buy cds or dvds. I don't purchase concert tickets or movie tickets. I've been to three concerts in the last forty years. So I no doubt just don't get the whole celebrity thing.
For me, there are other people that I think are far more worthy of my respect and admiration.
People like the teachers that show up everyday and struggle to teach our kids while dealing with parents that refuse to support them and an administrative system that's designed to sabotage the teaching experience at every turn. They're my heroes.
Police officers in all their many incarnations who work holidays, snow days, weekends, and every day of the year to keep the peace in my town and yours. They work the vehicle accidents, fires, disasters, hurricanes, floods, domestic disputes, bank robberies, gang wars, drug wars, and every other kind of war in our country. They're my heroes.
Military personnel go everywhere in the world. They work ungodly hours even when they're on home turf. When they're not shoring up the peace somewhere else, they're busy practicing and training to shore up the peace. They're men and women, young and older, who are out there on the front lines not only defending our country, but representing our country all over the world. They're my heroes.
Medical personnel are there whenever you show up at the ER. Holidays, weekends, the middle of the night, whenever you have a medical emergency, there are doctors, nurses, technicians, lab workers, nurses aides, and custodial staff. They save lives. They comfort the families when it's impossible to save lives. They're my heroes.
Emergency workers, firemen, disaster workers, all those people who show up to fight a fire, dig through the rubble of an earthquake or explosion, wade through the floods and brave the hurricanes and tornadoes time after time. Nobody holds a weapon on them to make them show up. They're just there when they're needed. The vast majority of them are volunteers. Without them to direct the disaster relief efforts it would be up to you and me. When's the last time you fought a fire or rescued someone from a flood? They're my heroes.
For every volunteer out there, every man or woman who serves in the daily line of fire that real life is, this is for you. The Cub Scout and Brownie Leaders, the school volunteers, the foster parents, candy stripers, pink ladies, and the people who show up with coffee for the workers at disasters and fires all have my hearty thanks. You're my heroes.
Just once... just once I wish we would all stop with the celebrity worship long enough to teach our kids about the true heroes in our world. Everyday, somewhere in the United States a man or woman is honored for outstanding service or bravery. When's the last time you saw that on the news? When's the last time it made headlines? When's the last time you stood in line to catch a glimpse of a true hero? When's the last time you thanked a policeman or soldier or fireman or teacher for the fabulous work they do?
Let us hear it for the real celebrities.
Yesterday, Amarinda left me with Dr. Flugelheimer-Watts and Primrose Grimly...
“Hmmm, it’s not mine so that mean they must grow feet as a crop in these parts.”
Primrose rolled her eyes knew sock puppets had more intelligence. “Yes, that would be it.” Nitwit.
“Okay – onwards to this Dan Sandisco place to find Tortunga.” Dr Garth marched into the space ship.
Sigh. Dr. Flugelheimer-Watts. Well, this is where I went...
Primrose briefly considered the advantages of tossing Dr. Garth out of the space ship as they passed over the Grand Canyon. Who would miss him, after all? And besides it would take months to find him. But no… there was that debt of honor. Perhaps if they found Tortunga, that would cancel the debt, once and for all.
Primrose set the new coordinates for San Francisco and zoomed off to the west, leaving the cornfields and corpses behind just as Zoltan and Pete arrived.
Zoltan stared down at the bodies and sighed while Pete tossed his cookies in the next row over. “I see that Dr. Idiot Flugelheimer-Watts has been and gone.”
“Who?” demanded Pete as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
Zoltan handed him a handkerchief. “Here. Don’t they make sure you have manners and social graces before they hand out the Armani suits?”
“Never mind. Dr. Idiot was definitely here. You can always tell because his crop circles are backwards. Everyone else makes their clock-wise, but he doesn’t get that. So his are always counter clock-wise.”
Pete wiped his face and hands and offered the hanky back to Zoltan. Zoltan waved it away. “No, no thanks. Toss it down there and we’ll burn it with the rest.”
Pete stared at the cornfields around them. “Burn? You want to start a fire out here? Are you insane?”
“Only a very small fire,” Zoltan explained impatiently. “Just enough to burn the bodies. And then we’ll be on our way to find Emmeline.” With that, he zapped a small flame at the center of the crop circle and stood back.
Suddenly, there was a pop, pop, popping sound. It picked up speed and volume as Zoltan grabbed Pete’s hand and began to run.
“What? What is it?” Pete yelled as he tried to keep up with Zoltan.
Check in with Amarinda. She might be back from her trip to the Fantasy Islands--or not. She's at www.amarindajones.blogspot.com and if she's not back, you can read yesterday's blog which explains Australia Day.
Then pop over to Kelly's Place where she's playing with ninjas. She's at www.kkirch.blogspot.com And then Blessings on your day!